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ANAKIN SKYWALKER FF
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Hi everyone, Im writing my first ever fanfic and is
unburnt vader x y/n (+18)
Iâve always been obsessed with unburnt vader and I just feel like thereâs no fanfics enough with him đ
Anyways, my wattpad name is the same as here (nitesnchocolate) and the fanfic name is âVeil of Shadowsâ
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Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader
Written: March 29th, 2021
Posted: March 29th, 2021
Warning: None
Word Count: 925
Summary: The reader is a hard worker. However when she develops feelings for a Jedi, she realizes just how else shares those feelings for him.Â
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"There's no way he likes me!" You chided. "Have you seen him with Padme? The man literally beams."
Y/B/F, scoffed. "You've got it wrong. That's how he is when he's with you."
You shook your head while rolling your eyes. "Right, because I'm some beautiful-looking Galactic senator that can offer him the entire galaxy." A quiet snort escaped from you.
"Come on. Y/N." They groaned. "Don't be like that-"
"Be like what?" You questioned. "I'm the help. What could he quite possibly see in me that he doesn't see in her?"
Y/B/F let out a defeated sigh, as they began walking down the corridor towards the area in which they could get their job started.
"My point exactly." You huffed, turning on your heel readying to go in the opposite direction.
As you walked down the corridor, you could sense someone following you. Hiding behind one of the pillars, you awaited the being. Once they were within arms reach, you grabbed them before pushing them up against the wall, pressing your chest firm against theirs while your forearm was securely anchored along their chest.
The sound of Anakin's chuckle filled your ears.
Removing yourself from the close proximity between you and Anakin, you sent a playful smack to his arm, causing him to flinch at your unsuspecting reaction.
"Ani!" You hissed. "You nearly scared me half to death!"
A toothy grin made its way along the seams of Anakin's lips. "Sorry, Y/N." He chuckled. "I couldn't resist."
Rolling your eyes, you let out a frustrated sigh, before resuming your trek down the hall, readying yourself for the day's tasks.
"Wait!"
Scoffing you shook your head, not bothering to slow in pace.
A firm hand gently wrapped around your wrist preventing you from moving any further. Twirling you around, you were chest to chest with Anakin once again.
"C-Can I see you after work?" He questioned tilting his head slightly, as a rosy tint made its way upon his cheeks.
Gazing intently at his features, you had quickly fallen under his lovestruck spell. Nearly giving in to his request, Padme rounded the corner quickly joining you and Anakin.
"Ani, is everything all right?" She questioned with false concern.
Returning to reality, you took a step back attempting to put as much space as you could between you and Anakin.
Padme, sent a glare your way, before quickly softening her features to gaze at Anakin angelically. All the while, his eyes not bothering to look anywhere but your face, attempting to gauge your thoughts and feelings.
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, everything's-"
"Y/N!" Your boss's booming voice sounded from behind you. "There you are! You're late!"
Turning on your heel, you hadn't bothered saying anything to either of them.
"Wait!"
Anakin attempted to follow you however, Padme had other thoughts. Her hand quickly found home on his firm chest gently pushing him back allowing her to step in front of him obstructing his attempted movements to get to you.
"No, Ani." Padme's sweet voice sounded. "Let her go, we have things to do."
Frowning, you felt tears forming in your eyes. Shaking your head slightly, you attempted to push them back. As you were about to enter your place of work, you heard Padme speak one last jab at you, making sure you heard it.
"You know how right I am for you." She spoke almost as if she was trying to place him under a spell. "There's no need for a peasant when you could have a senator."
Your heart dropped into your stomach, as tears quickly reformed in your eyes threatening to fall.
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Sighing, you tossed and turned as you couldn't find a comfortable position in bed. Throwing the blankets off, you let out a frustrated huff as you made your way towards your door. If you couldn't sleep, you were at least going to attempt to tire yourself out.
Opening the door, you glided into a firm chest that felt much like walking into a wall. Letting out a surprised yelp, you felt yourself sway slightly. Their hands jolting out steadying you.
Glancing up, you were greeted with Anakin's glistening eyes.
"Are you alright?" He questioned his features etched with concern.
Nodding you hummed in response.
"Can we talk?" He offered a weak smile.
"I...I don't think Padme would like that." You frowned, attempting to take a step back.
His grasp tightening but not hurtful. Anakin kept you in place not allowing you to move away from him.
"Please." His voice sounding desperate as he pleaded with you.
Letting out a defeated sigh, you nodded before leading him into your quarters.
"What is it you-"
Before you could finish your sentence, Anakin's warm hands cradled your face angling it upward allowing him to gently nudge your nose with his.
"Can I-"
Butterflies erupted in your stomach as the Jedi was pressing his chest firm against yours. "Yes." You breathed, closing your eyes.
The feeling of soft lips upon yours overwhelmed you. It was a gentle chaste kiss. Simply stating his feelings for you.
Pulling back, Anakin rested his forehead against yours.
"Wait." You breathed, squeezing your eyelids. "What about Padme-"
"Padme has feelings for me, yes." He sighed, as his hands anchored themselves along your waist.
"But you," He started with a grin. "You have me until every last star in the galaxy dies, you have me."
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misconception | anakin skywalker x reader
a/n:Â this is based on the request sent in by allisontart on Wattpad.Â
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summary: while putting together the last details of your wedding, you find that Anakin often disappears from the scene, and along with him, Padmé. as the days stretch on and the ceremony draws nearer, you can't help but question Anakin's loyalty.
warnings:Â themes of distrust and disloyalty, worry, angst, arguments, fluff
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music:Â The Living Sculptures of Pemberly by Dario Marianelli & Benjamin Wallfisch
You adjusted the placement of the last votive before stepping back and admiring the colors and quaint decorations that accompanied it. The candles were cream-colored and sat primly within golden glasses that alternated in height along the width of the emerald green table runner which spanned the table. In the center sat a tall vase filled with white lilies and smaller native flowers that stretched their stems and blossoms outward in a tender manner.
Across from you sat two other round tables that were just large enough to hold the display of altering decorations, contrasting each other in their color palette and design. You took a step back to admire them closely and settle upon your final decisions.
The second table to the left was draped gracefully with an eggplant shade of gossamer silk that flowed downwards from a large round platter in the center of the table. The centerpiece was ornamented with a glass terrarium that contained living Rominaria flowers that stood around a small log with moss adorning its bark. The flickering of a thin strand of golden lights twisted around the perimeter of the dome. Along the tablecloth, little bunches of moss and blossoms had been sprinkled around the small white votives. It was an elegant and warm setting.
The third table that sat to the right had royal blue silk flattened on the thick dark wood, enriching the hues of the natural grain and mimicking the cool pleasure of the waters of Naboo. The pistils of white flowers lay scattered along the cloth in between small silver votives. The haphazard setting gave off the effect of flowing water. It was a calming culmination of carefully set decorum.
Your graze lifted from the décor as you glanced out one of the many terraces that lined the edge of the elongated ballroom, fixing your eyes on the deep blue lake and the lustrous green hills that spanned the horizon. The faint murmur of voices nestled in the air as servants of the queen bustled about the room, dusting furnishings and finishing the preparations for areas of the ceremony that had already been decided upon.
Various types of flora from the Royal Gardens of Theed adorned the large columns around the room and flowed heavily from the walls like billowing drapery, their fragrant scent sweetening the atmosphere. The chandeliers that suspended from the vaulted ceilings had been uncovered and their usual empty sconces had been fitted with slender cream-colored candles. A few footmen were busy on top of ladders, carefully winding vines over and through the golden arms of the fixtures and trimming the wicks of the fresh candles.
You shook your head as a feeling of amazement rose within you as you took in the astonishing décor that had already been prepared for your much-anticipated wedding. When you had informed Padmé Amidala, who had been Queen of Naboo at the time, of your plans to marry Anakin Skywalker, she had been overly ecstatic about your news. In fact, she had been so elated to hear that two of her dearest friends were meant to wed, that she, in all her persuasive authority, had managed to oversee much of the planning for you, with your eager consent.
Even after her reign had concluded and she stepped in as Senator, she had managed to convince the current Queen to open the main ballroom a season early for the occasion. You assumed that Padmé had been able to do so not only because of her position as Senator of Naboo, but also because of the fondness her people felt for her since her successful reign.
You had been utterly astonished the day she had informed you of the new Queen's approval of the ceremony; you hadn't expected anything more than a simple ceremony in the cramped gardens of your parent's home, or perhaps in the courtyard of the Jedi Temple located on Coruscant. A gallant wedding in one of the most beautiful palace's to ever exist was most certainly not what you had planned for the celebration of your nuptials â but it was everything you had silently wished for.
A blissful smile brightened your solemn features as you recalled the day that Anakin had proposed to you, just minutes after he had confessed his love for you for the first time, despite the codes that bound his heart from forming attachments in his life. You had been overjoyed and had confessed your requited affections, but in a mere moment your smile had disappeared as a greater realization dawned on you; it was forbidden for a Jedi to know love, much less entertain such a relationship. You had expressed to Anakin that you wouldn't jeopardize his path in the Light, that you would pack your things and leave the Queen's council, returning home to the quaint villa you had grown up in until both of you could move on.
It had taken no more than a few seconds for Anakin to decide upon a solution as your hands had begun to slip from his grasp and his eyes followed your silhouette as it began to drift away from the balcony that overlooked Coruscant's busy traffic as it flickered by in a hurried daze.
"I will leave the Order, then," he had said, "I'll leave the Order and I'll marry you."
You had spun around on your heel with a drooping mouth and stern expression that was teeming with questions. You had studied his features in the dim light of the city for any sign of hesitation or flippant countenance. There had been none. He was completely sincere.
"What?"
He had taken large strides across the balcony to close the gap you had derived between you. "I'll put away my saber and I'll end my training. I'll leave my past behind if it means I can spend the future with you!"
"You can't do that, Anakin! You can't just abandon what you've trained your entire life for! Not for me, not for anything. It's far too important! It's your destiny!"
He had taken your hands in his; caressed the skin of your soft knuckles. "Not as important as you are, (Y/n). Not to me."
"I'm not worth giving up your entire life for, Ani. You're too important to the Jedi â to the entire galaxy."
"You are my entire life, (Y/n). That's what you've become to me; you've overtaken every aspect of my mind, my heart, and my entire soul. You've consumed every part of me."
"But-...," you stuttered, having glanced down at your entwined hands and back into his gaze, "But you're The Chosen One! You're supposed to bring balance to the Force! How can leaving the Order accomplish that?"
"Maybe being a Jedi isn't the only path I can take to bring balance. There might be something here for me, for both of us; we can make a difference on our own. You can still change the world, even if you lead an ordinary life." Silence had fallen between the two of you as his hands trailed to your forearms, rubbing them tenderly. Your eyes had dropped to your ring-adorned hands, symbols of your service to the Naboo government and the Queen herself, as hundreds of variables and outcomes had run throughout your mind. When you had finally looked back up, Anakin was patiently smiling.
"Ani, are you sure about this? Because I would understand if you decide to remain in the Order. I wouldn't hold it agains-"
He had cut you off by pressing his lips ever-so-gently to yours, sealing the promise and the fortune of his love with his fond touch. In the days that had followed, you had entertained a private audience with the Queen, who had been Padmé at the time, and had received her full blessing to go on with the engagement.
The Jedi Council hadn't been so understanding. However, with time, they came to understand that for Anakin, you weren't a debatable factor, and this choice was healthier than living a lie in deliberate disobedience to the Code. Soon enough, he had gained their favor again, although not as fellow Jedi and masters, but as friends. Especially that of his former master, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Your cheeks flushed red as you recalled that tender kiss that had taken place nearly a year prior. Your fingers grazed over your lips subconsciously as you recalled it in perfect clarity â it had been the first of many you had shared after that evening his promise had been made. Your smile faltered ever-so-slightly and was replaced with a look of anticipation as you remembered your agreement to meet with Anakin in the ballroom to discuss the choice of decorations. An excited laugh escaped your lips, adjoining the growing sound of approaching footsteps.
With the eagerness to strike a conversation with the approaching person, you turned around with the sound of a giddy "hello, Ani," on your lips, but stiffened as you saw a stranger; one of the servant's bustling about the room. Before he could pass you by completely, you quickly strained your eyes to read the time on the small-scale pendulum clock located in the entryway of the ballroom. It read some few minutes after noon.
You dropped your hand to your chin and acquired an inquisitive expression to the servant passing by. "Excuse me, have you seen Anakin Skywalker?"
"No, miss, I have not."
"Oh. Well, have you seen Senator Amidala anywhere?"
"No, miss," he replied solemnly. The disappointed expression on your face seemed to stir something charitable within him, and he raised his tone to a friendlier one and replaced his sullen attitude with a jovial one. "But I did hear that someone had seen her make her way to the southern gardens; something about upkeep before the arrival of the wedding guests."
"I see...Well, thank you anyway." You smiled to the man as he gave you a quick bow. Without a second thought, he dashed away to complete one of the many tasks that had yet to be done. You tried to hide your displeasure as you looked over the sample tables once more, arms crossed and your chin resting in one hand, completely overwhelmed with even the simplest of decisions.
You fancied the centerpiece of the second table the most, but preferred the rich green tablecloth of the first, and thought the smaller votives and pistils on the third were quite beautiful. However, amongst all of your preferences, you feared the green would be mute against the colossal amount of greenery adorning the room, that the terrariums would overwhelm the lighting around the guests as they sat in front of it once the sun set, and that the smaller décor would cause a problem for any platters being placed on the tables.
For more than half an hour, you stalked around the tables, making small adjustments and acute observations about the colors and shapes, the compatibility with the rest of the dĂ©cor in the enormous ballroom, and whether or not Anakin would have a preference. You assumed he would like the blue tablecloth and the vase full of flowers as the centerpiece, but you couldn't be sure. There were tiny details on each table that you thought he might enjoy â and he wasn't exactly known for being predictable.
You tapped your arm in impatient anticipation and caught sight of the clock again, which read that it was close to one o'clock. You sighed and took a glance around the room, looking for any sign of either one of your companions. You reasoned with yourself in your mind, knowing that wherever Anakin was, it must have been important to draw him away without explanation. And of course, you couldn't blame Padme's absence, since she was busying herself with other arrangements for you.
You caught site of a middle-aged woman tying the silk ribbons to the back of a chair that was nestled perfectly in the aisles of immaculately spaced chairs for guests. With a final sigh of acceptance, you made your way to her, and tentatively caught her attention.
"What can I do for you, miss?" She politely asked, rising from the ground and dusting off her skirts. Her eyes were big and bright with gentle creases at the corners, marking the evidence of a happy life. Her hair was thick and streaked with gray, bound at the base of her neck in an ornate bun surrounded by complicated pleats. Her clothing was simple and light green, accompanied by a beige apron that synched at her neck and waist.
You jutted a finger over your shoulder towards the tables behind you. "Do you mind giving me your opinion on these decorations?"
"Oh! O-Of course, miss, I would be much obliged."
Something in the way she acted surprised at your request led you to think this was somehow improper of you, to ask someone other than the officiated wedding planners to offer their opinion on the matter, or perhaps it was because she was a member of the staff and in no way involved in the planning. But you didn't mind; the only other wedding planners apart from yourself were Anakin and Padmé, who were both busy.
You supposed you could wait for them even longer than you already had, but it would be too stressful to wait anymore on the decision, and you didn't want to delay the servants' hours and inconvenience anyone. On top of that, you still had a few things to figure out before your part in the planning was concluded. It was best to just make a decision and make any minor adjustments later on.
You turned around and led her to the tables, gesturing to each table with open arms. "You see, my fiancé was suppose-"
A sudden gasp of excitement escaped the kindly woman next to you. "You must be the bride, then, yes?"
"Yes! Yes, I am," You laughed, holding your interrupted explanation on the tip of your tongue.
"Congratulations, miss! The ballroom is beautiful! I've never seen it so garnished."
"Thank you very much," you smiled graciously, "but you see, I've run into a crossroads, here. He was supposed to meet me here an hour ago, but he hasn't come yet, and my friend was supposed to be here, too, but I think she's working on something else, which leaves me here to pick the setup of the tables," you took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, "But I'm conflicted. I don't know what go with."
"Well, what do you like, miss?"
"I like the green tablecloth," you fingered the embroidered linen gingerly as it caught the light streaming in from the balconies, "But don't you think it would seem rather muted against all of this?" You gestured with an extended arm to the avid amount of greenery that had practically flooded the room overnight. You pictured the dining hall in your mind with each table covered in green. It felt bland. You watched as she took a gander about the room and then back at the cloth in your hands.
"I think you're right," she nodded thoughtfully and turned to the table draped with purple, "What about this color, miss? It complements the flora quite well."
"I thought so too at first, but I just don't think it feels right, you know? It doesn't feel like a wedding color to me; at least not for our wedding. But I do love the centerpiece."
"It is lovely, isn't it?" She asked, peering closely at the carefully arranged terrarium sample. She turned back to you and leaned to her left slightly, peering at the blue cloth across from the green table. "What about the blue?"
"That's the one I think my fiancé would prefer; it matches the color of something that was very dear to him...but he's very unpredictable sometimes. I never know for sure what he might prefer."
"I think it works with the decorations even better than the purple, if I may say so. It brings out the colors of the room." She sounded wistful as she gazed around the room with her hands clasped at her waist, taking in the details. You followed her eyes and noticed all the blue flowers dotted throughout the room, dangling, draped, and potted amongst other colorful vegetation. When you caught sight of the glistening blue lake just beyond one of the balconies, the decision seemed to fit into place.
Another half-hour passed as you talked through your preferences on the décor with her, discussing the differences in votives and how they paired with the blue cloth, the perfect centerpiece for the bright hue and the differing height it would need to be, and many other details that seemed to surface as you inspected the tables.
Finally, you scribbled down your final choices on the list you had written up earlier in the morning as you spoke. "Alright, it's settled then. We'll go with the terrarium centerpiece, the golden votives, and the blue tablecloth with the white pistils. And let's add some vases of Rominaria on a few of the tables so we can alternate between centerpieces," you paused as you wrote out the remaining notes before standing to face the woman who had assisted you, "How does that sound to you?"
"It sounds lovely, miss. Your wedding will be one to remember, I'm sure of it."
You thanked her cordially and set about organizing the rest of the day's tasks after she left your company to complete her own work.
You sipped different flavors of wine as you sat alone at a small table in the palace kitchen, drafting the help of one of the cooks to help you decide upon a year and taste that would pair well with the food that had already been picked. After that, you were fitted into your finished wedding gown by Padme's personal tailors to make sure the dress fit perfectly. When it did, you felt a mix of emotions as you gazed in the tall mirror and took in every small detail, but a faint tang of disappointment settled within you as you realized PadmĂ© and Anakin had never shown up â not even for the dress fitting, which Anakin had pleaded to be allowed to attend.
You had no quarrels with showing Anakin the dress early, seeing as it was a simple gown and you, too, were far too excited to wait another four days to reveal it to him. Neither of you minded the superstitions that surrounded the idea of a groom seeing his bride outfitted before the ceremony; it was just an evening dress, a lace veil, and a pair of white shoes. Your relationship was based upon a solid foundation of earnest friendship and playful banter, so any apprehensions of seeing anything wedding-related simply didn't exist. You wanted to share every part of it with each other along the way.
But that didn't matter â they hadn't come.
You shucked off the dress carefully and removed the veil, thanking the tailors for their hard labor, and returned to your chambers in the guest wing of the palace. You tried not to dwell too much on the unexplained absence of both Anakin and Padmé and decided instead to eat your meal in bed with a good book for company. You had a busy few days ahead of you.
For the next two days as you scurried about the ballroom and were ushered around the palace to make the last preparations, you saw very little of Anakin and Padme. Your short consultations with them included rushed sentences, hasty steps, and a chaste kiss on the cheek from Anakin as he scurried off somewhere beyond the ballroom and down the hall.
You gradually grew more frustrated as you embarked on the concluding details on your own, losing your sense of patience and understanding in their absenteeism. Hadn't they agreed to help you make all of the decisions? To make this a memorable process and not just another set of stressful obligations? You could understand if Padmé found herself occupied elsewhere, being in her political position as it were, but you weren't even offered any explanation of her absence or whereabouts. You were simply left to wonder.
And Anakin! Hadn't he promised to share every aspect of the wedding with you? Hadn't he been the one to suggest the wine tasting, the cake samples, and the idea of having your clothes tailored together? Yet he was nowhere to be seen, nor did anyone you inquired to know where he was or where he had been. You hated to seem like a selfish bride, but you believed you had a right to feel at least a little upset about being left alone in the very process Anakin had pleaded to be a part of. You felt abandoned, in a sense.
This only tainted your excitement for the ceremony itself as you were left to question Anakin's true desire and motivation to go through with the wedding.
As you helped twist ribbon around the rails of the marble steps that lead up to the ballroom, the voice of one of the hired decorator's pulled your attention from the green silk that slipped in between your fingers. "Miss, we finished laying out the decorations for the tables. Would you like to see them before we give the final word?"
"Yes, please," you knew that the lack of a smile on your face probably seemed odd to the poor man, but you couldn't help it. You were lead back into the ballroom, where several elongated tables spanned half of the enormous room, accompanied by one smaller one at the head of the assembly; the bridal table. Your lips parted into a wide smile as the gorgeous blue table runners brought out the lovely array of flora woven throughout the grand hall.
"It's lovely..." Your voice was breathless as you spoke.
"Then we can conclude the decorating, madam?"
"Yes, yes, it's perfect," you touched his arm gently, taking another gander about the room, "Thank you."
"Our pleasure, miss. If you'll excuse me, I have to get to the kitchens to make sure everything is on track for tomorrow's banquet." He began to depart from your side with a polite bow, but you caught his forearm with a gentle cadence as he turned away.
"Have you seen Anakin Skywalker anywhere, by chance? Or the Senator?"
He seemed to struggle with the question before he managed to speak, as though he had to sift through his thoughts to surmise his answer. He was uncomfortable. "I-I heard that Senator Amidala was ensuring the arrival of the guests and the preparation of their rooms."
His silence about Anakin's whereabouts told you he knew nothing.
"Thank you." You nodded, turning again to the glorious reception area set up before you. You wanted nothing more than to enjoy it and savor every carefully decorated square inch, but a twisted discomfort had knotted your stomach and pulled your smile into a solemn frown.
You hadn't wanted to do all of this alone.
With slow contemplative steps across the floor, you admired the tables and their beautiful details up close. There were still a few groups of servants still working here and there, making last-minute adjustments and preparing the banquet table for the food that would arrive the next afternoon. You took comfort in their ignorant presence, savoring the quiet company.
Your fingers grazed the grain of the wood and the tiny details in the stitching of the table cloth; you knelt to take in the scent of a vase of Rominaria, savoring the delicate scent that smelled like powdered babies. Many more things were carefully observed by your wandering eyes as you contemplated the turn of events that the week had taken, as well as what would be taking place tomorrow evening. You absentmindedly fiddled with the bow of one of the chairs, buried deep within your thoughts.
"Shouldn't the bride be getting some rest before the big day?"
You turned with a jolt to find none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi taking poised strides in your direction. His hands were bound together behind his back, his light auburn hair carefully combed back, and his scruffily beard neatly trimmed.
"Obi-Wan!" You exclaimed, closing the gap between you with open arms. He returned your embrace with a jovial laugh, murmuring kind congratulations over your shoulder. When you parted, you held him by his arms, overcome with the need for companionship. It had been so long since you had seen each other! "I didn't think we would see you until tomorrow!"
"I decided to have a look around for Anakin and yourself to congratulate you before the big day, but I had no luck in finding him, so I came to take a peek at the reception hall â I figured at least one of you would be in here." He explained, gingerly grazing your forearms with his fingers; a tender touch of friendship. He stepped to the side and turned you with him, leading you along with him as he stepped forward to face the open hall and the entirety of its splendor. "It's magnificent. I'd say you two have outdone yourselves!"
"Thank you. I can hardly believe it myself," your voice became softer as you humbled yourself, "I never expected anything like this for us. I thought we would use my parents' small gardens behind their home in the village, or perhaps in the temple courtyard, but... but never this."
Obi-Wan's gaze fell from the grandeur of the vegetation around the room and studied your contented and obviously overly-appreciative expression.
He smiled to himself with a light chuckle.
He had to admit, he hadn't been the biggest supporter of Anakin deciding to leave the Order for his attachment, what with everything he was foretold to be and the peace he was destined to bring to the galaxy. However, after a few days of contemplation, he began to understand his padawan more than he ever had before. Even he, the unwavering Master Kenobi, had felt the delicate pull of love before, and he had been ready to do just the same.
His understanding only grew when he considered who Anakin had proposed to marry.
Obi-Wan had known you for several years as you followed your father's lead into membership of the Queen's council. Your instatement had begun with Padme's reign, and he understood that you were her closest advisor and her most successful negotiator.
As he looked at you now, humbled and completely in love, he felt himself relax for the first time in many years where Anakin was concerned. He was always worried, apprehensive, or anxious about the boy, feeling completely responsible for his life and his successes. He always worried over the way Anakin would react to things with such a fire in his heart, with such emotion, or the way he seemed doomed to remain reckless. He saw now that you had taken the edge off of Anakin's dangerous habits and pulled him from a very uncertain journey in his life.
You were the best path for Anakin - and Obi-Wan fully supported his former padawan's decision.
Obi-Wan stepped away from you as he took a closer look at the terrarium on the nearby table. His tone dropped to his usual dignified self. "Where is Anakin?"
"I'm not sure, actually. I haven't seen him since breakfast."
"Really?" Obi-Wan looked back over his shoulder at you, toiling with a small blossom in his hand. "I thought he wanted to have a hand in the planning with you."
"I thought so, too," you glanced down at your hands, fighting the frustration as it swelled with you, "But he's been absent for the last few days. I've only seen glimpses of him here and there."
"Hm," he straightened his posture as you joined him at his side again, walking down the rows of tables, trying his hardest to not show his skepticism, "typical."
"I know. He's always running off and busying himself, which is one of the things I love about him. He doesn't let a minute of his life go wasted. He's always learning, inventing, or planning something..."
"But?"
"But I thought this would be different for him! Planning our wedding, testing the cakes, having our opinions on things...creating a few more memories of the whole process..."
"And?"
You looked up at Obi-Wan, suddenly unable to withhold the coursing emotion from your tone. You gestured with your hands as you spoke in an effort to express the urgency of your confusion. "And I thought that was what he wanted, too! He even pleaded with me to let him see the dress before the wedding while I had the final fitting, but he never showed. In fact, I had to choose the table decorations, and if it hadn't been for the help of a kind servant-woman who was working on the chairs," you gestured to the bows on the wooden furniture as you passed by them, "I would have been completely lost. I tasted the wine by myself, ate six different cakes, and spent three hours picking the right shade of frosting â all on my own, which wasn't supposed to happen. We were supposed to do this together!"
"Have you spoken to him about this?"
"I haven't had the chance to," your voice softened, "not that I would mention it now, anyway. I don't want to start something unnecessary and risk ruining the ceremony."
"Would you rather go through with it feeling the way you are now?"
You mulled over his words and let them soak into your thoughts, realizing soon enough that having this frustration weighing on your mind would inevitably tarnish the experience. You needed to have a discussion with Anakin before the ceremony took place the next evening.
"I suppose you're right. I need to speak with him beforehand."
You walked in silence, both of you considering the situation and its implications. As you neared the end of the setup where the banqueting tables were, the chatter of the servants and decorators grew a little louder. You were mindlessly aware of their nearing you both as a few of them began to take their leave of the ballroom for the night.
"What if I'm making something out of nothing?" You whispered.
"If it's bothering you, (Y/n), then it is most certainly not nothing. Anakin would agree with me."
"I hate it when you both do that." A smile broke across your features, encouraging a stifled laugh to quietly escape your lungs.
His dimples formed from under his beard. He stopped short and donned an incredulous expression. "Do what?"
You laughed freely as you paused next to him. "Use each other as a means of getting me to d-"
"I heard one of the handmaidens say she saw the Senator make off for the royal gardens with the groom last night!"
You both whirled around as the unexpected pitch of feminine voices clipped your conversation to a jagged end. You listened as they joined together in a strain of ungodly gossip. It was impossible to continue your train of thought with their words buzzing in your ears as they skirted around you both, taking no note of who you were.
The groom? Were they talking about Anakin?
"And I heard they had been seen in the villa this morning â walking together."
"Isn't it grand? A real scandal happening right under our noses!"
You looked to Obi-Wan, whose eyes were already trained on yours in skeptical shock. Your brows puckered together as you turned your head to the left, straining to hear their conversation as they began to distance themselves from you the two of you.
"I know, nothing ever happens here."
"I bet they're having an affair! He's hardly been seen with the bride since they arri..." The young girls' words faded from earshot as their little group shuffled toward the large doors. Your eyes stayed magnetized to the marble floor as your mouth fell open to some extent, feeling the sudden reality of their conversation dawn on you completely.
Among every worry, curiosity, and frustrated bewilderment you had had about his and Padmé's absence in the last few days, an affair was not something you had considered even a remote possibility. But as you stood with your head ducked, wringing the growing anxiousness from your hands, and your stomach churning with vicious ferocity, it all seemed to fall into place. You blinked away the shock and the faint tingling of tears, clearing your throat.
"It's nothing to worry about, (Y/n). A simple misunderstanding, I'm sure of it. You know Anakin; he would never be one to do something so reckless."
Your eyes lifted from the floor and into his gaze in a pensive eloquence, where he realized his choice of words were less than appropriate. He sighed inwardly, targeting the error in his vocabulary, and working quickly to correct himself. Anakin is reckless. But was he reckless enough to something like this? Obi-Wan knew that he wasn't â he couldn't be, but he feared you would take more convincing on the matter after the last week's turn of events.
Your (e/c) irises bored into his, pleading for some other explanation, for proof that none of this could be true. "Not that kind of reckless, (Y/n). This is nothing more than a story concocted by busy bystanders who have nothing better to do than contrive unrealistic scenarios about innocent people," he touched your shoulder with a comforting amount of pressure, stroking over the fabric of your clothes with his thumb. "Anakin loves you, he would never do anything to break your trust, much less jeopardize your relationship."
"Thank you, but- but I-um...I think I'm going to retire for the night, Obi-Wan, if you don't mind. I'll...I'll see you in the morning?"
He gave you a nod and bid you a quiet goodnight. He watched you make your way to the doors and slip through them and down the hall, pure heartbreak emanating from your very core. He was astonished by your calm composure, but he knew there was much brimming beneath the surface. He could sense the fear, the jealousy, and the confusion that coursed through you. He could also sense you trying to fight it, but even the strongest people are sometimes overwhelmed by the weight of their emotions.
"For your sake, Anakin, I hope it isn't true." He murmured to himself.
You made large strides back to the stairwell of the palace, trying to even your breathing as it tore through your lungs and ravaged in an uneven flow through your airways. As you neared the end of the corridor toward the open-balcony walls that sat adjacent to the stairs, you caught glimpse of a pair of silhouettes in the moonlight, starkly contrasting the glowing hue of the native flora. Chancing a double-take, you peered closer. Your breath hitched in your throat as your heart dropped into your stomach, pulling all gravity with it.
You recognized the silhouette as your fiancé, and the other, as your Senator and close friend.
They stood close to one another as Anakin, with his head lowered, spun the stem of a radiating flower between his fingers. You watched as Padme's delicate hands enclosed around his forearms and her head dipped forward as she tried to see Anakin's face.
You turned away abruptly, feeling suddenly as though you had witnessed something that you weren't meant to. You rushed up the flight of stairs and through a series of corridors and courtyards until you reached the guest wing of the palace, all the while that this was all a treacherous misconception, or in the very least, a horrible dream.
Having requested that the guard, who was making his rounds in the hallway where your quarters were located, would summon Anakin when it was most convenient, you paced around your room in a blinding flurry of emotion. The tears that had been tempted to fall only minutes prior had faded with the onslaught of your growing confusion. You had begun to attempt to reason with the situation as time wore on while you waited, trying to piece things together in a way that made the gossip unreliable.
But it didn't work.
You couldn't deny that every time Anakin had left you, PadmĂ© had been quick to follow. Each time either of them would return, whether for mealtimes or just to check in on the progress, the other soon followed. There hadn't been a moment when one had been alone by your side or elsewhere â they were either present or gone together.
For two hours, you tried to busy yourself about your room by changing into sleepwear, flipping through books, and slowly pulling a brush through your (h/c) tendrils. But in every avenue of distraction you attempted to pursue, your foot bounced against the cool floor and your lips curled inward with tight restraint. Anxiety was riddled throughout your body.
When a knock finally rapped on your door, you were standing on the small balcony overlooking the northern hills, watching the moon's reflection over the lake as it rippled under the late breeze. Without consent, the door inched open, and Anakin peered around the edge of the doorframe. He smiled giddily when he caught sight of your grey nightgown swaying in the breeze, mimicking the fluttering of the sheer curtains that hung in the archway of the balcony.
He made his way to you as quietly as he could with the hope of catching you off guard. As he neared the edge of the balcony, you barely turned your head to the side, acknowledging his presence. His childlike excitement deflated at the failure of his surprise.
"You wanted to see me?" His voice was like velvet as his hands settled on your shoulders from behind, placing a soft kiss on the supple skin of your cheek. You wanted to savor his touch as you basked in the moonlight, but the ever-present uncertainty of his loyalty plagued your heart. You slipped out of his grasp and returned to the haven of your room, mindlessly picking up a book from the nearby dresser and picking at the edges of the cover. Your silence perturbed him.
He mimicked your footsteps back inside. "Is something wrong?"
"I have something to ask you." You forced yourself to look up into Anakin's eyes, knowing you could no longer avoid the confrontation. His clueless expression made you doubt your jealousy even more â but you had to be sure.
"Alright, ask away."
"I heard something today while I was in the ballroom...something that troubled me."
"What was it? Did someone say something to you?"
"No, I overheard a conversation," your expression became unreadable to him as you continued, "about you and Padme."
"What about us?"
Your shoulders dropped as you set the book down, having hoped he would have caught on to your inquiry by now. His ignorance somehow made your doubt grow again. Did he really not know? Or was he playing dumb?
You let out a sigh as you rubbed your forehead, squeezing your eyes shut. You hated this. You hated not being completely sure about Anakin. You hated feeling afraid and vulnerable. You hated that you weren't sure and you hated even more that you were even considering this to be a possibility â but what were you supposed to think?
You turned to face him slowly, taking a moment to regain your composure. When the words refused to come out articulately, you simply spit them out.
"Are you and Padmé together?"
His expression grew even more oblivious. "Together?"
You huffed. "Are you cheating on me with Padmé?"
Heavy silence fell as Anakin processed your words and the accusations that came with them. When he finally looked back up at you, you could see that he was hurt, and utterly lost.
"What?"
"Are you?!"
"N-no! For heaven's sake! Where did you get that idea!?"
You were silent as you studied his face and the tone of his voice, probing him for any hint of deceit. He simple stared back with most perturbed expression he had ever worn.
"What brought this on, (Y/n)!?"
"You haven't been around me all week, Anakin! You never showed up to help me with the table decorations like you promised, or with the wine and the cakes! You didn't even come to the fitting after begging me for weeks to let you see the gown before the ceremony!"
A look of recognition dawned on his face, which only fueled your frustration.
"You said we would do this together, and here I was, making all of the last decisions by myself, and with no explanation for it!"
"I'm sorry I wasn't there. I didn't even think about how it would look. But you have to underst-"
"And Padmé was nowhere to be seen either! Every time she left, you left with her, or visa versa!"
"Hold on," Anakin's face contorted into one of disbelief, "Just because we left at the same time, you assumed I was disloyal to you!?"
"No!"
"Then what other reason is there!?"
"I heard the servants talking about how they had seen you and Padmé together in the gardens and in the villa, all while I was being told that she was making preparations for the guests, and you- you were off no-one-knows where!" Tears sprung from your eyes as you explained, forfeiting the persona of your anger with a rampage of hot tears. Your voice broke as you spoke. "And I saw you in the gardens earlier, giving her a flower. I saw her touch you."
"A flower?" He murmured, racing through his recollections of the evening. He stumbled upon the incident in his memories, realizing what you had seen.
Oh, no. No, no, no, he thought to himself. You had it all wrong! He pinched the bridge of his nose before running his hands through his hair and rubbing his face. His hesitation made your heart race, giving the impression of a confirmation.
"So it's true?"
"No, of course not! I wasn't giving Padmé a flower, we were picking-...picking..."
"Picking what!? What, Anakin?!"
"Picking flowers for the ballroom!" He reluctantly exclaimed. "We've been trying to pull together something special for you."
"What are you talking about?"
He was quiet for a moment as he pulled together his clarification. "I know how much you love bioluminescent plants, so she and I have been trying to pick the perfect species to go with the decorations you picked, but they weren't in season, so we had to go through this whole ordeal with the Queen's council to convince them to allow us to propose a single-party trade with a neighboring planet. Without you being present to cast a vote, they refused us at first,"
Your tears had begun to slow as relief flooded your heart, silencing the pang of jealousy and the expounding burden of hurt.
"And I missed the tables, and the wine and the cake because I was trying to help Padmé with organizing the whole thing, which took a lot more convincing than either of us expected. A few of the decorators were in on it, so we asked them to make up something on the spot if you or anyone else asked about us. We were trying to be discreet so we could surprise you. And then we had to find a time to do it when you weren't around."
"So-so you weren't...you weren't-?"Another tear slipped from your eyes as you realized what he had been doing for you, introducing another wave of emotion â but this time, it was an embarrassment. You felt outright foolish.
He shook his head gently. A smile spread across his face and lifted the tension from the room, siphoning the anxious rigidity from your bones. "No, of course not."
"What about the gardens earlier? What I saw?"
"We were out there making sure all the flowers had been brought into the hall before you saw them. There were still a few cases of them being brought in, so I picked one to keep for your journal; the one with the dried plants in it?" he glanced down at his hands, feeling uneasy of his next words. Your mouth parted in shock, for you had been completely wrong. "And I told Padmé that I wasn't sure I would make a good husband to you...that I didn't think I deserved you. She was trying to convince me otherwise. That's all that was, (Y/n.)"
"What did she say?" You breathed.
"She told me how much you loved me, and how long you had been waiting for this to happen. She said you told her years ago when you had seen me for the first time that you wanted to marry me, and th-"
He watched as you dropped your face into your hands in attempt to hide the fresh onslaught of tears. An estranged sob leapt from your lungs, releasing the unbearable weight of fear and growing heartache that had begun to poison your hopeful spirit.
"Come here," he whispered, drawing near you with open arms. You melted into his embrace and burrowed your head into his chest. His cheek nestled against your hair as he dotingly stroked your back with his hands. He allowed you to regain your composure before he quietly asked, "Don't you trust me?"
Sniffling away the moisture gathering in your eyes and nose, you raised your head and wiped your tears. "I do, Anakin, I truly do. But...don't you see how it appeared? And after not knowing anything to hearing what those girls said?"
"Yeah, I see it," he stifled a laugh, shutting his eyes in disbelief that he had been blind to how his absence would have been perceived, "I understand. I'm sorry I wasn't there this week, I really am, but trust me; when you see the ballroom tomorrow night, you'll understand why I had to sacrifice our planning for it. I didn't mean to make you feel alone. I just wanted to give you something you would always remember...I guess I should have thought about how it would look to you, or anyone, really."
"No, no...you have nothing to be sorry for, Ani."
"You don't either."
"Don't I, though? I accused you of being unfaithful and I made you fee-"
"You didn't accuse me; you asked me."
"I-...I just can't bear the thought of losing you Anakin, especially not like that."
"You don't have to worry about that, (Y/n). I'm not going anywhere."
You wound your arms around his back and felt yourself relax against him. He savored your touch as the minutes wore on, inviting his senses to bask in every aspect of the moment. The breeze swept in from the balcony, fluttering through your clothes and traced your skin with it's cool fingers. The curtains rippled with a calming sound as they were pulled forward and back to the rhythm of the wind. Anakin's heartbeat synced with yours, binding your thoughts and emotions together as one.
"Would you like to see it?" He whispered, pulling you from his chest gently.
"Tonight? Really?" Your flushed cheeks regained their color, welcoming the childish smile that accompanied your fiancé's.
Anakin had whisked you through the halls and courtyards, briskly making his way to the ballroom with growing excitement. When the two of you stood before the large wooden doors, you felt your heartbeat surge through your fingertips and toes. You could barely contain your anticipation. He needn't ask if you were ready from the impatient expression you wore. He wound his fingers around the handles of the doors and flung them open, sending a calm tidal wave of air throughout the room and igniting an iridescent reaction along the walls.
Your mouth fell open and your eyes grew wide as the blue hue of the luminescent vegetation radiated all around the ballroom. The beams of moonlight that flooded the balconies enhanced the alluring appeal of the enormous space. You could feel life teeming around the room.
Every draped and potted cluster of vegetation that had already been set out was now accompanied by the careful distribution of various species of fungi and blossoms, shining with the essence of breathing life, blooming and glowing in the darkness. You recognized the very same flower you had seen in Anakin's hands; it had been multiplied around the room and tucked in every corner. It was a beautiful azure blossom that shimmered with an iridescent radiance in the dark.
You took your first few steps inside with Anakin's hand under your arm, leading you into the wonderland he had created for you. You were speechless as you turned to look at his joyful face.
Somehow, this wonderful young man had taken something that was already more beautiful than you could have hoped for, and made it into something unfathomably transfixing. He had brought your dreams to life without them ever having been spoken.
He caught your hand in his unexpectedly. "Come on! I want to show you something!"
He led you to one of the tables that were decorated with a terrarium centerpiece. You noticed little glowing pistils had been sprinkled over the blur cloth you had picked, mixing with the white buds. They leaned towards you as you passed by them, following you with serene curiosity.
You looked away as Anakin waved his hand over the glass. You watched as a dozen or so pairs of wings began to glow with the sudden intensity of a match being struck, igniting their luminous beauty as they took flight and fluttered around the expanse of the spacious dome. He pulled you across the aisle and to another terrarium.
"You try it this time," he took you by the wrist and guided your hand near the dome, "They're sensitive to movement, so they'll glow like this while the guests are sitting."
You followed his eager instruction and slowly hovered your hand along the glass, igniting the same transfixing reaction. An excited laugh leaped from your lungs, which encouraged Anakin to do the same. Your adjoined merriment echoed around the ballroom, waking every fluttering insect in each terrarium and sending a wave of light across the walls as the sound reverberated and reacted with the living plant life.
"Ani, this is- this is..." your vision blurred as you took a turn around the room, "this is more than I thought possible. It's like a dream."
"So you like it?"
"Like it?" You laughed, throwing your arms around his neck. "I love it!" His chuckle resounded against your chest as he returned your embrace, lifting your feet from the ground. When your toes dipped onto the floor, he pulled away and took your cheek into the palm of his hand. The blue glow of the room reflected in his pale eyes and gave a cerulean hue to his light skin.
"Thank you."
"Anything for you, (Y/n)."
"I can't believe I get to marry you in a place like this tomorrow night." You whispered. The smile on your face elevated your gleeful tone. Anakin pressed his lips to yours, banishing any doubt you had ever felt from your body. He smiled against you and opened his eyes gently. You could have sworn there were tears collecting in his glimmering blue eyes.
"I can't wait."
Achilles Heel
Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader
Written: January 11th, 2021
Posted: January 11th, 2021
Warning: Some violence, kidnapping, mentions of blood, Gets pretty steamy
Word Count: 1,995
Summary:Â When a threat is evident against the readerâs kingdom, her father calls Jedi Knights to protect them.
Anakin Skywalker Masterlist
âPlease be on your best behavior.â Your father spoke gazing between you and your brother. âWe have two Jedi Knights coming since our family has been threatened. Iâm looking at you, Y/B/N.âÂ
âWhat? Why am I being told to be on my best behavior?â He spoke slightly offended.
âBecause, letâs not forget the last time we have Jedi Knights, with us.â
You chuckled. âWeâll both be on our best behavior father.â
Grinning, your father pulled you in for a sweet hug. âThatâs my girl.â
---
Sitting in one of the many hiding places you had, leaned against the windowsill as you gazed out of the window.
The sound of chatter echoed off the walls. Frowning, you gazed around the wall you were leaning against. Normally, you would here alone. Gasping your eyes widened.Â
Moving off the small window nook, you bolted towards the two figures in the hall.
âAni!â You exclaimed, hurdling your body into his.Â
A quiet âmph.â fell from his lips as his body collided with yours. In no time, he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you tighter against him.
âYouâre one of the Jedi Knights assigned to us?â You questioned pulling back slightly, keeping your grasp on his forearms.
âI am.â He chuckled.
His smile sending butterflies in your stomach.
âOh, Ani.â You spoke, pulling him back towards you, as you nuzzled his neck. âIâve missed you so.â
âIâve missed you too.â He spoke into your hair as he placed kisses on your head.
Pulling away, you couldnât help but keep your gaze locked on his face.
âThis is-â He motioned beside him, only to turn and find the man that was beside him gone. âWas, Obi-Wan.â
You giggled.
âHowâve you been, Ani? Last I heard you had something going on with Padme.â You tilted your head slightly.
He sighed, dropping his gaze to his feet.
âIt didnât work out with her-â
âY/N!â Your brotherâs voice echoed off the walls. âThere you are! Father has requested our presence in the throne room.â
Frowning, you nodded your head. âSorry, Ani.â You sighed. âDuty calls.â
---
Tossing and turning, you let out a groan. Throwing your hands down on either side of you, frustration washed over you.
Knock.
Knock.
Bolting upright, you were surprised to hear someone at your door. Glancing at the clock, it read 1:30 AM.
Grabbing your sleep robe, you tied it around your waist before making your way to the door. Pulling it open a surprised gasp fell from your lips.
âSorry, I could sense you were awake and frustrated...I...I came to help.â
Smirking, you moved aside allowing him entry to your room. His robe hung open, revealing his toned chest.
Leading him to your bed, you unwrapped your robe revealing the oversized t-shirt you had been sleeping in. The hem barely reaching the middle of your thighs. Clearing your throat, you pulled the covers back before sliding into your side.
Your eyes, landing on Anakin expectantly as you awaited him to crawl in. Mirroring your actions, he crawled in beside you. Laying on your side, you gazed into his ocean eyes. Lifting your hand, you gently traced along his face before lightly tracing over his scar.
âDoes it hurt?â You softly questioned.
âNo.â He whispered.
Leaning on your arm, you grasped his jaw before placing your lips along the length of his scar pressing gentle kisses to it.
Anakinâs hand shot out, grasping your waist gently as he tugged you firm against him. A sigh left his lips.
Feeling adventurous, you placed gentle kisses along his forehead, before traveling to his cheeks, then placing a kiss to the tip of his nose.
Pulling back, you locked eyes with Anakin. His eyes filled with gentleness and love.Â
Laying back down on your side, Anakin did the same.
âCan I kiss you?â He whispered his nose nudging yours.
âYes. Please.â You whispered back.
Anakin pressed his lips to yours, enveloping them in a hesitant kiss. Reaching up, you laced your fingers in his soft curls tugging gently at the ends. Groaning, Anakin nipped at your bottom lip. Taking it between his teeth, he sucked it softly.
Pulling him closer, you opened your mouth allowing him entry. His bare chest was pressed against yours. Anakinâs metal hand falling to your thigh, traveling up playing with the hem of your sleep shirt. Leaning on his arm, you rolled onto your back tugging him with you. His tongue licking against yours, as it traveled along your teeth.Â
Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his both of you panting.Â
âAni.â You whispered.
His lips traveling to your placing kisses along your jaw. Traveling down to your throat he began sucking leaving hickies in the process. Lightly biting against the skin of your throat he found your sweet spot.Â
Moaning out, you arched your back causing you to press yourself further into him. Your hands flying to his back as you began lightly digging your nails into his skin.
Groaning against your throat, he bit you harder causing you to repeat your previous actions. His metal hand reaching under the hem of your sleep shirt, resting under your breast.Â
Pulling away from your throat, he rested his forehead against yours.
âYouâre going to be the death of me.â He breathed out.
Pushing him slightly, he laid on his back tugging you along with him. Latching your lips onto his throat, you began leaving bruises similar to yours.
---
Since that night, you had avoided Anakin at all costs. Walking through the corridors your mind was clouded with thoughts from that night. As you were walking you walked straight into someone else.
Their arms bolting out to steady you as you regained your balance.Â
âObi-Wan?â You questioned gazing at the stranger.
âHello, Y/N.â He grinned, down at you.
âSorry, I...I didnât mean to-â
âItâs quite alright.â He beamed, removing his hands from you.
Taking a step back, you returned his smile.
âWhat are you-â
âI was looking for you.â
âYou were?â You furrowed your eyebrows together in confusion.
âYes.â He nodded. âCome, letâs take a walk.â
As you first walked down the corridors, an awkward silence fell between you.
âWhat did you want to talk about?â You questioned clearing your throat.
âItâs about Anakin.âÂ
âOh, Uh...What about him?â You attempted to question nonchalantly.
âHeâs been...different lately,â Obi-Wan spoke, gazing at you attempting to gauge your reaction.
âOh.â You frowned.
âI...I think itâs because of a girl.â He smirked.
Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you felt your heart fall into your stomach.
Grasping your elbow, he pulled you to a stop. âI think itâs because of you...Y/N.âÂ
âWhat? Me?â You questioned raising an eyebrow.
âHe-â
âObi-Wan! There you are.â Anakin's voice echoed off the walls, cutting Obi-Wan off.
âSorry, Obi-Wan.â You frowned, feeling your heartbeat at a rapid pace. âI...I have to go.â
Bolting down the corridor, you wanted to get away from Anakin.
âY/N, wait!â Anakin called after you.
Rushing down a few corners, you glanced over your shoulder making sure Anakin wasnât following you.
Turning back around, your eyes widened.
âAnakin-â
A hand clasped over your mouth, pulling you close to their body. âWeâve been looking everywhere for you.â The stranger spoke, wrapping an arm around your waist as they pulled you down the hall.
Your screams were muffled by the hand over your mouth. Struggling against the stranger, you were unsuccessful in freeing yourself.
---
When dinner rolled around, nobody had noticed you were gone. Anakin sat across from your would-be spot. His eyes locked on the door in hopes you would walk through the threshold any minute.
The more time went by, the more Anakin became suspicious something was wrong. Making his way out of the dining room, he ventured down the corridors that led to your room.
Standing before your door, he used the force to sense you. Once he didnât sense you, he bolted down the hall searching for Obi-Wan.
---
âPlease.â You panted as the kidnapper grasped your hand. âLet me go.â
Slicing across your palm, you cried out in pain. A warm liquid oozed along your palm.
âYouâre our only leverage against him.â
âAgainst who?â You cried, hitting your hand against the stranger's arm. âMy...My father can pay for you. Please.â
âYouâre Anakinâs weakness.â He spoke, his voice laced with venom. âWe want to hurt him. The only way to do that...Is to hurt you.âÂ
âBut...I...â Placing tape along your lips, your words were cut off. âmph!â
Placing shackles on your wrists, they bound you to the wall, as blood dripped from your hand. Leaning against the wall, you softly let your head lean against the concrete wall.
---
âWhat do you mean sheâs gone?â Obi-Wan questioned with widened eyes. âThatâs the whole reason weâre here! We were supposed to protect her!â
âDonât you think I know that!â Anakin yelled.
Obi-Wan shook his hand, before bolting down the hallway. âI have to tell her father and brother.â
Anakin let out a sigh, rubbing his hands along his face filled with frustration.
The sound of someone whistling caught Anakinâs attention.
âI know where she is.â They spoke.Â
---
âGet the prisoner.â A voice echoed off the walls. Opening your cell door, you gaped at the guard.Â
âPlease.â You croaked.
âCome on.â They spoke grabbing the chains of your shackles yanking you behind them.
âAh, our guest of honor.â The kidnapper spoke, gazing at you hungrily.
Shifting under his impeding stare, you felt uncomfortable.
"Well, well, well.â He spoke tauntingly. âWe get a two for one.â He spoke sending a sly smirk in the direction you presumed he was standing.
Grabbing your arm, he yanked you closer to him. Your body facing the direction of people he was talking about. Emerging from the shadowâs guards escorted Obi-Wan and Anakin to the front of the throne room.
Hope flared through you, as you gazed between the Jedi Knightâs.
The man wrapped an arm around your waist holding you tight against him. A whimper left your lips as a knife was pressed against your throat.
âDoes your dignity mean more to you than Y/Nâs life?â The man taunted Anakin. Grasping a piece of your hair, he yanked your head backward, causing you to gaze at the ceiling. Pressing the knife tighter against your throat, a cry fell from your lips.
Anakin dropped his gaze to the ground before him, as he flinched ever so slightly at your cries.
âLet her go,â Obi-Wan spoke.Â
âNo.â He smirked.
âTake me instead,â Anakin spoke, moving towards the man slightly.
âTake another step and Iâll bury this knife in her neck.â He spat, pressing the knife harder than before into your neck. Another cry wrecked through your lips, as you felt blood trickle down your neck.
âAnakin...â You gasped out pleading. Anakin swallowed hard, his eyes darting away from the scene before him, as tears threatened to fall down his cheeks.
âGet on your knees for Y/N.â He hissed. âBeg for Y/N to be spared -- and make it convincing.â He smirked.
Anakin let out a sigh. Dropping to knees before you, he locked eyes with you as you slightly pleaded.
The man holding you against him, let out an evil laugh. âI never thought Iâd see the day, Anakin Skywalker on his knees, begging.â
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Sighing, you fidgeted with the wrap that covered your palm.
Knock.
Knock.
Opening the door, you couldnât help the smile that made its way to your lips. âAnakin.â
âIâm-â
Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you pulled him in for a tight hug. Nuzzling his neck, you felt him sigh against you.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he placed kisses on your head as he inhaled your scent. The aroma of your shampoo filling his nose.
Rubbing the tip of your nose against his throat, you placed gentle kisses in your wake.Â
âCome on.â You spoke, pulling away. Grasping his hand you led him into your room.
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youâre breaking my heart | anakin skywalker x reader | 4/3 [alt. ending]
a/n: this alternate ending had been tempting for me to write to begin with, but i wanted to stick with the request given to me. however, due to an additional request given to me many months ago by pparkerssweetheart to make an alternate ending, i decided to go through with it. it takes place after part two (replacing the original third part.) And yeah, I couldâve broken this into two, but that would just be more confusing with the original third part and this being an alternate ending.
summary: in this alternate ending, we find that the reader is tempted by more than her fears, but also by the voice of a dark seducer. will she choose to overcome her pain or give in to her jealous anger?
disclaimer: some of the lines towards the end of this are directly from the filmâs script and belong to Lucasfilm/Disney.
warnings: anger, mild violence, sad panakin anakin :(
word count: 7.8k (woowee)
music: The Immolation Scene by John Williams (sit down and cry with me)
 PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 (original ending)
Sheev Palpatine gazed out of the large window in his elaborate Chancellorâs suite and set his calculating gaze upon the rushing traffic that blazed in currents of noise and glinting metal. His advisor was seated in one of the soft seats on the other side of his wide desk, reading off grievances and compliances expressed from other cabinet members of the Galactic Republic. But Palpatine couldnât have been more disinterested in the qualms of the Senate - or more distracted from them.
In this moment, he was caught up in a sudden dip in the careful balance of the Force he had felt moments prior. Â
âSupreme Chancellor, what would you have us tell the cabinet advisors? Many of them are expressing displeasure with your decision to postpone the meeting of treaties in the coming week. Some of them have conveyed concern towards your intentions to sway the vote. Shall I make arrangements to meet-â The advisor trailed off into silence when the Chancellor held up his hand to summon him to hush.
âDo what you must to silence their complaints.â With a dismissive nod and wave of his open palm, Palpatine watched as his advisor left his suite and the doors shut behind him. He turned then to his chair and placed himself primly in its dark cushions with a curious smirk on his aging features.
Normally, he was careful to uphold his peaceable demeanor as Chancellor, but he could spare no time in this instance. Something, or someone, had set a disturbance in motion across the energy of the Force.
It had been weak at first, like a small ripple at the edge of a still pond. But as ripples often go, though small they may begin, they expand and spread until the stillness of the water is disturbed and put out of balance until it laps the shore, unsettling the fine dust and crumbling rock at its edge. This shift was beginning to feel much the same.
He had felt something peculiar, something swelling and festering; anger founded in the loss of love â of rejection.
Palpatine pulled the hood of his robe over his head until it shrouded over his eyes and blocked the light from his vision. He silenced every sensation around him, channeling every thought towards this growing darkness. His eyes morphed beneath the shadow of his robe until they burned with a bright red and yellow glow. His skin aged as he grappled the tether of the Forceâs energy and clung to it with a dominating presence until he felt its source within his grasp.
The source was close; not close in the sense of distance, but in the sense of knowing.
Palpatine recognized this energy, this internally pure soul â for he had known her for some time. Not personally, not like he had begun to know Anakin, but in passing, enough to identify her.
âNot as strong as Anakin,â his smirk grew into a wide sneer as he pressed the tips of his fingers to each other, âbut she would make a perfect pawn in ensuring his turn to the Dark Side.â
 â(Y/n)!â The voice of the man who had brought Anakin to Coruscant many moons ago echoed in your ears with stern allocation. Qui-Gon Jinn was calling to you. âYou mustnât give in to your anger! Do not trust your feelings; they will betray you!â
Your gaze fell to your hands as his voice faded almost as quickly as it had come.  They were clasped tightly onto the hilt of your glowing saber, trembling with unadulterated adrenaline. âMy feelings?â you whispered, âI mustnât trust my feelingsâŠâ
You lowered the saber and took in a deep breath, closing your eyes to the flickering light of the blade and the temptation that came with it. Your thumb caressed the switch as you evened your intake of air and envisioned the path ahead of you; calm and illumined. The anger began to dissipate at its very edges, sifting away like sand falling through the cracks on oneâs fingers.
The warming temperature of your skin began to cool as you identified the displacement of your emotions and began to organize your thoughts. You felt the faintest sense of peace as you willingly attempted to assuage the darkness from-
âNO!â A dark, sinister voice boomed from the recesses of your mind and yanked you from your meditation. Your eyes opened wide from the shock of such a gruff voice. It was raspy and foreign, but it felt familiar somehow, as if it were the culmination of every dark deed ever done, of every stray thought that had ever tempted you. Its origin seemed to pull from the hidden corners deep within you where you had locked away every ounce of anger and hurt and every inclination to the Dark you had ever felt. âUse your anger! Let it fuel your power!â
âPower?â You murmured. You were suddenly inquisitive of the idea of strength and its potential remedy to the hollowing expanse of your suffering.
âYes! You have been betrayed by your closest ally and friend; the one whom you love. Do you truly think that recessing how he hurt you will resolve the rejection you feel?â
But Anakin is my friend! He didnât mean to hurt me.
He doesnât know that I love him.
âBut love is a weakness, is it not? Look where it has gotten you; rejected and overcome with pain, left with only ruin and misfortune. Even in his ignorance, he forsook you. What does that prove to you about the ways of Jedi? What protection has the Force given you so far?â
 âTrust in the Force, (Y/n), and it will guide you. Do not give in to your hate! Your hope is stronger than your anger! You have life outside of this feeling of loss. Do not allow your mind to be seduced!â
The calm and assertive tone in which Qui-Gon spoke to you pulled you back into the beckoning folds of the Light. You didnât want to be seduced, nor did you want to become weak and unable to control your own feelings. Was this not what you had pledged your life to?Â
Denying the Darkness and identifying her as the seductress she was, ensnaring strong minds in their weakest moments? You didnât want that fate to become yours, did you?
You felt the core of your being begin to tear in opposite directions, plagued by the fear of failure and the hunger for your hurt and anger to be realized. You wanted to be good, to instill peace and hope in world you lived in and in the hearts of the beings you encountered â but what of the raging storm that had begun to defile your spirit and strip it of its natural desire for the Light?
 How were you supposed to find solace when you could tell no one of the forbidden attachment you had clutched onto your entire life?
âWhat can you trust, if not your own feelings?â
That gravelly tone pierced your soul as they entered your thoughts. A sudden wave of doubt and stunned realization flooded your mind, unfurling a torrent of destruction and unkempt emotions. You felt the edges of your very existence, the laws and codes upon which you were trained, begin to fray at the edge like a splitting rope. Â
 Your yell pierced the air with an aggressive strain as you twisted your body on one foot, pirouetting gracefully on your toes. With every ounce of anger and brokenness you could project, you brought your weapon down with you. The glowing blade of your saber flashed as it made contact with the wide column to your right, singeing its minerals and splitting it in half. Quickly, you jutted to the side and turned on your heel, bearing your saber down once more through the column on your left.
You watched as the upper portion of the columns slid forward until the weight of their momentum tipped them into a horizontal position, sending them both crashing into the railing of the balcony. Small chards of marble and stone scattered around your feet. The left column was only seconds behind the first you had cut down. The massive columns plummeted dozens of feet into the waters of the lake that framed the palace courtyard below.
As they broke through the surface of the freshwater below, those once calm waters reacted violently, spraying in every direction with harsh motion. Mist sprayed the edge of your balcony and dotted your toes with its moisture. The carefully crafted railing that had been crushed under the column began to crumble further as some of its debris followed the columns into the water and was swiftly followed by a substantial portion of the balcony floor itself.Â
You steadied your balance as it crumbled away and what remained of the balcony split in thick cracks like a lake of splintered ice. With widening eyes, you glanced down at the destruction you had caused. A distorted feeling of guilt and shame welled within you. The thrill of aggression and released tension began to wither as the shame of it sunk into your bones.
Beneath your heaving chest, your lungs panicked for air, demanding that you settle the adrenaline racing through your blood â but you couldnât stop. And although its indulgence filled you with a dense feeling of sickness, you craved more. It was like the tempting flavor of those sweet pastries you would convince Anakin to conceal in your robes after evening meals as children.
The moment you had tasted one during dessert, you needed as many as you could to fulfill your craving for them into the night. You would stuff your faces full of the delicacies in the hours after your masters had left you to retire to their own quarters for the night, expecting you both to be asleep, when in fact you were running through the courtyards and finding glowing insects beneath stepping stones marked for meditation, dipping your dusty toes in the cool fountain water, and allowing Anakin to teach you some of the games he and his young friends from Tatooine would often play.
Those memories, those precious pieces of your life, no longer comforted you to remember.
They hurt. They ached.
They set your veins ablaze with a wild rage you had never felt before.
And with it came an avalanche of guilt.
You saber hummed maliciously at your side â its sound seemed no longer harmonious with your being. You could sense its energy had shifted ever-so-slightly. Whether by truth or imagination, you felt that your wrath had tinted its blue glow. The shift was blind to the eye, but you could sense it. Small and tiny it may have been, the fragment your dark will had forced upon the kyber crystal in your weapon, but significant enough to be felt.
How could one act of defiance and aggression cause such a shift?
âYes! Feel the power grow within you! Let your anger fulfill your yearning for vengeance!â
The voice returned with a malicious pleasure in his speech. It sent shivers through your body.
You had done something to please the darkness within you - and you hated it.
You yearned to hear Qui-Gonâs voice once more, but it did not come. You had shut him out with your act of self-satisfaction. Fear twisted inside of you, knotting your nerves and thoughts together in chaotic disarray.
âVengeance? I donât want vengeance!â You spoke aloud, feeling as though the voice were no longer in your head, but surrounding you. You felt a dark presence draw nearer, but you did not want it. You didnât want any of this. âI just want him to love me! I donât want to lose him!â
âPower is the only path you have left! You have already given in. There is no going back.â
âNo! I can fix this! I can enter the trials!â
âThe trials? You think subjecting yourself to those pitiful tests the Jedi keep would secure your place in the Light after this? You think they would let you?â
âI didnât hurt anyone. I can pay for the damages!â
âHave you forgotten the hurt you inflicted on him?â
You swallowed hard as you remembered the hurt expression that had come across Anakinâs features with perfect clarity. You had hurt someone. You had hurt Anakin.
âI-I can still undo this,â
His cruel laughter echoed in your ears.
âYou canât undo a lifetime of rebellion.â
There it was. That was why your unkempt temper had caused such a change, even in just one act of frustration and violence. You had been rebelling against the code your entire life. You hadnât been without Anakin since you were a child - and the attachment, the devotion of feeling and companionship, had been there every day since.
âI can learn to let go.â
âThen you are satisfied to lose him! To watch him pledge his life to another! All while knowing your devotion meant nothing to him.â
âN-no-â
âYou will watch him slip away before your eyes and into the arms of another. He will embark in a life you will never be a part of. And when his children are born, you will grieve every day knowing you did not carry them, that the blood that flows in their veins will not be yours,â
âThatâs not true-â
âYou will live your life in regret and anguish, watching from afar! From here, your paths diverge forever,â
âNo! I canât lose him,â tears spilled from your eyes as you clutched your stomach and knelt to the ground, weakened by your sorrows, your saber distinguishing as it clattered to the ground, âI canât lose Anakin!â
âThen seize your anger and control your own path! This is the only way to ensure that your paths remain forged of the same destiny. This is the choice you must make.â
âBut is it right choice?â
âIt is the only choice.â
Silence fell as you felt the overwhelming weight of every fear, every regret, and every tender affection you had ever felt for Anakin.
A lifetime of friendship and love that all amounted to nothing. He was in love with Padmé, the girl queen who had managed to meet him only days before you, and had somehow managed to enrapture his young heart within that precious time. All before you had even had a chance; before you had been able to exchange that first inquisitive glance, before you had been asked to make him feel welcome, before he had become your one and only attachment and your fondest hope. Before he had become everything you had ever wanted, all wrapped up in one beautiful person.
And now you would spend your life missing him, waiting and hoping, wishing and regretting.
Unless you took your destiny into your own hands and swallowed it whole - devouring its tethering pull and reining it back with your own desires.
You could have Anakin. You could have a life together.
But at what cost?
A sob escaped your lips as your torment multiplied. You felt disgusting. You had given in so easily. What did that say about your strength? Your power?
This wasnât the code and the life you had so learned to love, and yet this attachment, this now-growing resentment, had tainted your view of it in a matter of seconds. The dark was just as seductive as your masters had told you, if not more when attached so personally to you.
Your breathing shallowed and quickened as you pressed your hands to the cool marble floor. The drops of your tears plodded heavily by your fingers, as if they weighed a great deal. In a way, they did. In them was every emotion you had bottled up, every longing hope, every twinge of hurt, and the drowning feeling of rejection.
You yanked your gaze up from the blurred marble when an urgent communion of voices echoed suddenly from the courtyard below. You heard their urgent questions and envisioned their conflicted stares and pointing fingers.
It would only be minutes before the royal security forces arrived in droves to inspect what had been done â and even less for the visiting company of Jedi to arrive, the company in which your Master was a part of.
Another curt release of your weeping leapt in a quiet cry from your body as you pictured Mace Winduâs thwarted expression when he would see the destruction you had caused so willingly. Â He would be disappointed with you for your failure to resist the temptation and recognize the seduction as it came to you. He had been a hard master and a determined instructor, and often times knew little of expressing empathy, but you desired to please him in your path to follow the Light. Your bond, though rocky from the start, was significant to both of you.
He was your master, your teacher, your example.
How would this make him feel? Would it hurt him? Would he mourn your failure?
âIs someone up there?!â One of the voices from below shouted and interrupted your flow of thought and grief.
Were you supposed to answer? Did they know you were there?
âHello! Is anyone hurt?â
Did you dare attempt to conceal yourself and recede back into your quarters? Were you to hide yourself away until they realized who had done it?
You sucked in your breath and stood slowly, cowering enough to not be seen from the crowd that congregated below. You gazed down at your saber from where it had landed, unsure of whether to take it up or leave it where it rested.
âTake it. You may need to defend yourself against the Jedi.â
Without thinking, you snatched up the weapon and turned quickly into your quarters. You hurried around and fumbled through your drawers, gathering a satchel full of necessities. Quickly, you latched your belt back around your waste and picked your robe up from the floor, as well as the boots you had thrown haphazardly across the room. You slipped into them, tightened the satchel across your body, and twisted the knob of the door that led into the corridor.
You halted there â the door cracked just enough to let warm light from the marble-clad hall shine in a streak across the leather of your boots. You sucked in a tight breath. Your eyes fell to the saber in your hand that you had been persuaded to take with you.
To do what? To hurt the people you loved?
To defend yourself against whom â Anakin?
Master Windu? Master Kenobi? PadmĂ©âs royal guards?
You had never felt so confused in your life â or so alone.
What am I doing?
Your thumb grazed over the bolts and subtle grain in the metallic material of the hilt as a thousand fears roamed freely in your mind. Doubt seemed apart of you now. Had your failure been imminent since the day you had welcomed the boy from Tatooine into the temple?
âA lifetime of rebellionâ, the voice had said.
That didnât only mean one thing. It meant a lifetime of white lies denying any and all attachment; it meant that each day you stepped out against the code when you put Anakin before your every thought and action; it meant that your path hadnât been true. You couldnât be a Jedi now; not after your love for Anakin had woven itself into your very fiber. You couldnât separate yourself from that now, from him - not for anything, even if you tried.
And did you even want to try?
The sinister voice you heard was right; there was no going back from this.
You hadnât just decimated a portion of the palace out of sheer anger â you had spent every day of your life loving someone you were forbidden to attach yourself to and acting on that emotion.
And to think Anakin might still want you? To risk so much for such slim hopes? He had already pledged his heart to PadmĂ© Amidala. There was no room in his heart for youâŠso what was left?
Your grasp tightened around the knob and you pulled the door open. Your boots fell silently in the hall as you fled to the stairs, hoping to escape before anyone saw you. It may have been cowardly of you, but you didnât care anymore. You were afraid - and running seemed the only solution.
  Anakin was halfway through his second helping of dessert when the wide doors of the dining hall swung open and a small group of the palace guard came into view. The captain who stood ahead of their troop, one which he recognized, scanned the room briefly before his eyes settled on Obi-Wan and Mace Windu. Anakin swiped his lips clean of crĂšme and watched with curiosity as his Masterâs posture stiffened.
âThis canât be good,â Obi-Wan mumbled, dotting his beard with his napkin. He pulled his long legs from under the table and over the wooden bench seats, preparing to stand. Mace Windu followed his gaze and stood with a stern gaze fixated on the approaching guards.
âMaster Kenobi, Master Windu,â the captain bowed briefly, âthere has been an incident in the southern wing of the palace. Senator Amidala has requested your presence immediately.â
âWhat sort of incident?â
âPart of the palace has been destroyed, sir.â
Obi-Wan and Mace Windu exchanged perturbed glances.
âDestroyed? Are we under attack?â Anakin interjected.
âHold on, Anakin,â Obi-Wan cautioned, âLetâs not jump to conclusions.â
âIt would be best if you just followed us, sir, all three of you.â
Anakin followed a step behind his master and listened intently to the stray details that were being subtly exchanged between the captain and the Jedi masters. He was never one to pay much mind to detail or direction, but he thought the southern wing of the palace might be were his and the other padawansâ quarters were located, including yours.
Obi-Wanâs concerned tone worried Anakin â his master was never one to get unnecessarily excited about things. He wondered if this incident might have anything to do with the disturbance he had sensed during the main course of his meal. Anxious haste quickened his steps as concern for you plagued his young mind.
Were you alright? Had you been hurt?
  âMy goodness,â Obi-Wan Kenobi breathed, âWhat happened here?â
âObi-Wan! Anakin!â
The voice of Padmé Amidala drew the attention of all three Jedi who had come promptly to the gardens below the southern wing. She quickened her pace to approach them as they drew nearer, picking up her satin skirts to step over the rubble. Shock and confusion were evident in her features, as well as a certain twinge of anger. Who would have done such a thing?
Anakin swallowed hard as he took in the scene before him. The balcony above them, which had crumbled under the impact of the falling columns â which were now half-sunken into the lakeâs shallow bank waters - had crushed the greenery of the courtyard and littered stone path at his feet. Puddles of water had begun to drown some of delicate plant life and some flowers had been robbed of their pedals from the sharp spray of water.
âSenator, do we know what caused this destruction?â Obi-Wan crossed his arms, gesturing with an upturned palm towards the sight in front of him.
âThereâs still speculation about what happened, but weâre almost sure that someone intentionally compromised the integrity of the columns up there,â PadmĂ© pointed to the balcony that had crumbled into the gardens.
âYou mean someone did all of this,â Anakinâs gaze fell over the mess of water and marble rubble around him, âon purpose?â
âDo you have someone in mind?â
âThatâs why youâre here,â PadmĂ©âs expression became grim, âI need you all to look at something.â
Anakin nudged pebbles of polished marble into the grass with his boot as he followed closely behind Obi-Wan. Something felt familiar about this area; almost like an imprint of some kind. They each followed Padmé through the open corridor and up the same set of stairs you had fled through a half hour prior, though none of them knew so. When they approached the hall of rooms that was known to house several padawans that frequented Naboo alongside their masters, they each felt unease at what Padmé was about to show them.
Her nimble fingers grasped the knob of one of the doors she approached â and Anakinâs heart dropped. He recognized that door â the one he had followed you through on numerous accounts in the last few months, the one you often hid behind when you felt insecure, the one he knew the grainy pattern of well.
He said nothing as Padmé opened the door and led them inside, hoping beyond all reason that he was wrong. When he stepped through and laid his eyes on the subtle disarray you had left in your panicked escape, he was sure.
Obi-Wanâs stern gaze fell upon the clothes that hung out of open drawers, the untouched bed, and the closet that had been ransacked by the looks of it. Mace Windu followed his friendâs thoughtful gaze with a frown of disapproval at what he saw.
He promptly followed PadmĂ© through the sheer curtains that billowed and out onto what remained of the balcony. It was evident that Mace did not feel what Obi-Wan did â a familiar impression, like he knew someone here, but couldnât quiet pin the sensation to a name. He kept his observation to himself as he followed his fellow Jedi outside.
Anakin stopped by the white ochre dresser and pulled out one of your tabards you had left behind. Beneath it, he saw one of your old scarves folded neatly. He recognized the subtle pattern of green flora embroidered along pale blue stripes. It was something he had given you nearly seven years earlier from a market on another planet. He marveled at the memories that flooded his min. You had kept it all these yearsâŠ
Anakin stared at the cloth in his hands as he neared the balcony where Obi-Wanâs voice mingled with Mace Winduâs as they spoke to PadmĂ©.
âLook at these scorch marks,â Obi-Wan was saying, tracing his hand along the perfect cut along the stump of marble.
âThe mark of a lightsaber, by the looks of it.â Mace Windu speculated.
âThese are (Y/n)âs quarters,â Anakin breathed. Obi-Wan stopped where stood and turned to face his padawan with a questioning expression. Mace Windu bore a look of stern frustration.
âWhat?â
âWhy didnât you say something before?â
âI had to be sure, but Iâve been in here with her before,â Anakinâs thumb traced over the thread in the scarf, âAnd I found this in one of the drawers.â He handed the delicate piece of fabric to Obi-Wan, who inspected it with careful contemplation. He looked to Anakin for an explanation.
âI gave it to her during my fourth year as a padawan, when we went to the markets in the lower levels of Coruscant for the first time. I had no idea she kept it this long.â
Obi-Wan could sense the confused pain emanating from his padawan. It brought a sad smile to the manâs features as he handed Anakin the scarf and laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. âWeâll get to the bottom of this, Anakin. Iâm sure thereâs a reason for all of this.â
âI, for one, plan to have a talk with my padawan. I apologize, Senator, for the destruction she seems to have caused here today,â Mace Winduâs gruff tone made PadmĂ© feel guilty. She had no intention in blaming you of all people, knowing what Anakin had told her about you being a tender person â especially when they hadnât any solid proof that it had been you rather than an outside party. âI just donât understand this! It doesnât make any sense.â
âWe donât know if it was (Y/n), Master Windu,â Obi-Wan corrected politely, âIt could have been an attack for all we know. Has anyone seen her?â
âNo one made mention of her when they told the royal guard of the incident.â PadmĂ© added.
âThen we must remain neutral in our accusations before pinning any blame on the girl.â
âSkywalker, would you mind having a look around the palace grounds for my padawan? I donât feel like being patient for answers today.â
Anakin glanced to Obi-Wan for approval, who nodded promptly. âGo ahead, Anakin. See what you can find out.â
  Your heart pounded in your chest as you peered around the corner into the main hangar of the Naboo palace. The place was nearly empty, with only a couple of service droids hunched over engines and huddled by work benches, pittering away at parts and projects. With a deep breath, you straightened your posture and entered the hangar, clutching your satchel to your side. You desperately hoped you were asked no questions by any droids roaming around â you had never been skilled in the art of hurried lies.
You glanced around the hangar in search of a suitable ship while maintaining your most inconspicuous mannerisms. Being a padawan meant you did not have a ship of your own, especially not while visiting another planet. There were starfighters available at home on Coruscant for training maneuvers, and you had flown your share of them in excursions, but you had never had a ship of your own.
Quickly enough, you spotted a small freighter docked in the rear stalls. There were no droids hovering about it and no crew members meddling around inside by the looks of it. It would be perfect for you to get away in â it was small enough to be piloted easily on your own, but there would be ample space inside to make a temporary living space out of.
You skipped a few steps as you quickened your pace, hoping to avoid contact with any curious droids. When you made it to then ship, you went to work on the security panel and bypassed its basic controls with a swipe of your hand, which released the shipâs ramp. While it slowly descended to the ground, you glanced over your shoulder worriedly.
When the ramp clanked onto the ground, you quickly ascended it and made your way to the cockpit. It was big enough for two co-pilots, if you crammed one into the passengerâs stool. The rest of the ship consisted of narrow corridors and two small compartments made for sleeping bunks and storage.Â
There was little else apart from paneling and hidden hatches for large cargo and canister hauls. The small capacity of the hip made you feel a little less guilty about stealing it.
Less guilty? Iâm stealing a ship! How can I be okay with this!? You sucked in a shaky breath, Because my fears are outweighing my conscience.
You dropped your satchel and robe onto the stool and sat in the cockpit, rummaging around the controls to get familiar with them. You glanced out of the main viewport and felt a thrill of relief to find that no one had noticed your boarding â and if they had, they simply didnât bother to check you for credentials. You flipped switches and listened as the engine warmed itself in the belly of the ship.
While the compressors and internal environment of the ship balanced itself for space travel, you went out into the corridor and began checking for cargo. You may have been desperate enough â afraid enough â to steal a small ship, but you didnât feel as well about taking someoneâs possessions with you.
You had unloaded three large crates of cargo, labeled in various garb, and were sliding down the last tray of tall canisters when a voice echoed across the hangar and sent a sharp twinge of alert through your body. â(Y/n)!â
Anakin.
No! He wasnât supposed to follow you!
You were supposed to get away before anyone was able to see you â or stop you.
Your eyes met his as he ran towards you with confusion laced in his countenance. You wanted to run up the ramp and lock the hatch, start the engine and get moving. But your body stood still as a tree, unmoving and stiff. You felt like a creature trapped in the lights of a transporter; too stunned to bolt for safety.
"What happened back there!? Are you alright?â
They saw the balcony. They saw my quarters.
You looked behind Anakin to see if your masters were also in pursuit, but found no sign of commotion. When you looked back at him, he was close enough to notice the frantic trembling of your fingertips. You watched as his line of vision strayed from yours and landed on the cargo in front of you. His ears strained to pick up on the low hum of the engine.
âWhat are you doing?â
âI-âŠâ You swallowed hard.
âAre we going somewhere?â
Oh, Ani.
âNo, Anakin, I-I⊠I have to leave. By myself.â
âWhere are you going? Back to Coruscant? What about Master Windu? Â I donât think he knows about this! He doesnât even know where you are, (Y/n). He sent me to look for you!â
âNo, Anakin, Iâm not going back,â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm not going back to the Order.â
âWhat?â
You both studied each otherâs gaze for a lingering moment. You could sense the deep chasm of hurt you were inflicting upon his heart. It pulsed like an open wound. But what were you supposed to do? There was no going back; there was no fixing what had been done. Didnât he understand that? And what of your feelings? Couldnât he feel how much he had broken your heart by shoving your feelings aside as if they were merely ornamental?
âI donât belong with the Jedi anymore,â
âWhat!? What do you me- No, no, we can help you, (Y/n),â he drew nearer, making strides towards the cargo you stood behind, âI can help you. Did someone hurt you? Is someone forcing you to do this?â
âNo, Anakin! Stay back!â You hold your hand up, stopping him short with your sudden change in tone. His expression mimicked the one he had donned in the hall earlier that evening, when you had done the very same thing. The sting of tears pricked your glistening eyes.
âDid you destroy the balcony?â
You didnât expect him to ask the question you so feared. The discomfort in your chest swelled as the air felt thinner. Your silence gave Anakin the answer he sought.
âWhy?â He breathed.
âIâm not who you all think I am. Iâve been lying to myself for years, Anakin, to everyone!â Your chest heaved beneath your tabard, âDonât you see? Iâm not good anymore!â
âWhat are you talking about? Iâve known you all my life!â
âThen how could you not know that I loved you!?â
The tension snapped between you in that moment. Silence descended into the air as he struggled to take in your confession and everything that came with it. You felt a sense of relief, having finally been honest with someone other than yourself, but his shock brought a new wave of worry upon you, as well as a certain sense of frustration.
Anakin blinked through his thoughts as they raced in his mind. He repeated your words over a dozen times in his head.
You loved him?
His tongue moistened his lips as his brows drew together and his heartbeat quickened within him - every memory he had with you illuminated with a different color, as if it was blossoming into its full bloom. It was as if, in a mere moment, everything clicked for Anakin.
Your reaction to his confessing his love for Padmé, how it had been entirely out of character; the disturbance he had felt during his meal and the destruction he had found in your quarters; how you had never been able to be close friends with Padmé since your arrival to Naboo; everything.
A lifetime of things, of glances and smiles, of friendship and loyalty â it all made sense.
â(Y/n), please, donât leave,â Anakin swallowed his tears as he stepped forward and reached out his hand for yours, âIâm sorry. I didnât- I didnât know. I thought-â
âDonât follow me Anakin,â your voice broke as you attempted to assert your anger, âI need to go. I donât want to do this anymore.â
âYouâre just going to leave? After everything? After what you just told me?â
âYes, Anakin, I am! Iâve spent my entire life loving you! Iâve lived every day in rebellion to a code that was meant to be my very vow and Iâve broken it a thousand times for you!â Your tears spilled freely down your reddening cheeks. âAnd you never even knew.â
And you didnât say it back.
Anakinâs ignorance made you furious with him now. You had given him everything, including subconsciously risking your path as a Jedi, and he had never noticed your turmoil about the matter or the sacrifices you had made along the way. How could he have not known? And why had you spent a lifetime loving a ghost?
âBut I need you, (Y/n)! I need you here with me!â
âYou donât need me anymore, Anakin,â You turned halfway to the ramp and glanced at the ground, feeling desperately hopeless, âYou have PadmĂ©.â
Anakin watched powerlessly as you boarded the ramp, and, in a panic of broken feelings, rushed to your side. When you felt his fingers graze your arm to stop you, you instinctively yanked yourself back and struck your hand forward. Anakinâs body was hurled back into the cargo with harsh momentum. You heard the cargo clatter to the floor and the gathering sounds of alarmed droid speech, but you couldnât move. You were frozen in shock yet again, staring at your outstretched hand.
In all your efforts to protect him, you had hurt him more than ever.
You took a tentative step toward his groaning body, but halted suddenly when a drowning swell of terror enveloped you. Turning on your heel, you shoved the tray of canisters down the last rut to mobilize the extension cables. They clinked against each other and toppled over, but you couldnât stop to pick them up.
You bolted back up the ramp and smashed the bright orange button on the control panel, pulling the ramp up and locking it. The echo of your boots on the metal floor of the corridor made your senses clam up. You were overstimulated in every sense of the word.
In just a few seconds, you had the ship prepared for flight, and careened the vessel out of the large stall door behind it. Through the viewport, you could see Anakin get to his feet warily, watching helplessly as you made your escape. You locked eyes for a lingering moment before the freighter gained traction and your guidance led the vessel into the open blue skies. The last Anakin had seen of you that day was the brief streak of blue in the atmosphere left behind from your jump to hyperspace.
Three years laterâŠ
 âYou are on this council, but we do not grant you the rank of Master.â
âWhat?â Anakinâs gaze followed the line of Jedi seated around him until he landed on Obi-Wan, who seemed slightly unsettled himself, âHow can you do this? This is outrageous. Itâs unfair! How can you be on the council and not be a Master?!â
âTake a seat, young Skywalker.â Mace Windu commanded. There was a sternness in his gaze that made Anakin uncomfortable â it was the same gaze he had worn on the day he had informed Master Windu of your fleeing. It was a gaze that Anakin felt blamed him.
âForgive me, Master.â Anakin bowed before he turned and took his seat beside Obi-Wan, who shook his head in quiet disapproval. Anakin ran his hands along his thighs â a habit he had developed in moments of acute adrenaline. He kept his tongue still until the session was concluded; biting his remarks and his plea for equal rank.
However, when Anakin trailed closely behind Obi-Wan as they left the meeting chamber, his tongue could not be stilled any longer.
âWhat kind of nonsense is this? Put me on the council and not make me a Master? Itâs never been done in the history of the Jedi! Itâs insulting!â
âOh, calm down, Anakin! You have been given a great honor,â Obi-Wan chided, âTo be on the council at your age; itâs never happened before!â
Anakinâs nostrils flared and his frustration swelled and evened with an uneven current within him. Obi-Wan stopped beside him, pulling his padawanâs attention close to him.
âThe fact of the matter is the council does not believe you have fully recovered from the emotional shock of (Y/n)âs disappearance. You were close friends, perhaps closer than Master Windu and I should have allowed,â
Anakin looked at his Master and wondered if he knew what you had told him that day in the hanger, but he had never told a soul about what had been said that day. Did Obi-Wan and the others know you had loved him all those years? Or did he simply mean the attachment  of friendship between young companions?
âBut you needed someone your age to help you adapt to this way of life, of that I am sure. But I do not think you have yet let go of that attachment, Anakin, even as her friend. Sheâs not coming back â it is only hindering you from your path. We mustnât hold on to things like this. It is not the Jedi way.â
âYou think so little of my ability to stay loyal to the code? Itâs nice to know that the council enjoys their gossip rather than directly discussing the matter.â
âAnakin! Thatâs not what ââ
â(Y/n) has nothing to do with this. I forgot about her a long time ago, just as the rest of you should.â Anakin turned and resumed his steps along the red carpet of the temple foyer.
He couldnât believe this! The council would rather discuss such intimate matters behind his back rather than address them directly?! What other secrets were they keeping from him?
âAnakin,â Obi-Wan took large strides to catch up to his padawan, âWe are concerned for your wellbeing! This is not an attack on your nobility or your strength! It is merely a matter that must be considered before you are granted more responsibility. We must be sure you are ready!â
âIf you and the rest of the council would stop deciding things for me and stop treating me like a child, you would understand that I want nothing more than to follow the code!â
âAnd what of the Chancellor, Anakin?â
Anakin listened as his Master relayed the plan that the Jedi council wished for him to carry out. He was to stay close to the Chancellor, despite the councilâs wary mistrust of him, and spy on him from an intimate distance. He couldnât believe his ears â or the same familiar feelings of distrust and confusion that followed such a request.
  âYou wanted to see me, Chancellor?â
Anakin knelt by Chancellor Palpatineâs seat in his box seat at the Galaxies Opera House, where an entrancing display of ballet was being portrayed in âSquid Lakeâ. The Chancellor, he knew, often enjoyed the theater arts. Anakin watched for a moment as orbs of water floated about the room in a slow, rhythmic motion.
Soon, he was alone there with him, listening intently to the words that Palpatine had to offer. In minutes, he found himself doubting not only the Council and his own Master, but the Jedi as a whole. Were they really all that noble?
âI have to admit, my trust in them has been shaken.â
âWhy?â Palpatineâs eyes landed on Anakinâs face, studying his tormented expression with a hidden sense of satisfaction, âThey asked you to something that made you feel dishonest, didnât they?â
Anakin lifted his eyes to meet his for a brief moment. His shame told him everything he needed to know. Still, he pressed.
âThey asked you to spy on me, didnât they?â
He watched as Anakin shifted uncomfortable in his seat, trying to decide on a response that would not betray his superiors, but also remain honest.
âI donât, uh- I donât know what to say.â
âRemember back to your early teachings; all who gain power are afraid to lose it.â
âThe Jedi use their power for good.â
âGood is a point of view, Anakin,â Palpatine turned his gaze back to the performance, âThink back on your dear friend, what was her name?â
â(Y/n)?â Anakin breathed. He was surprised that the Chancellor had thought to bring you up â he hadnât been very privy to you while you had been present alongside Master Windu, at least not in any way that was obvious.
âAh, yes,â the cunning man nodded, âShe was a fine padawan from what I knew of her. She was the one that welcomed you on your first arrival to Coruscant, was she not? Mm, itâs a shame that her own Master and the code meant to keep her safe was the very thing that drove her away. You see, Anakin, the Jedi believe what they will of good and evil. But even your friend, as devoted as she was, could not find in herself to abandon her own morals to adhere to their demands. Maybe she knew something we do not, hm? Perhaps that Jedi are not so different from the Sith and their quest for greater power,â
âOh, well, no matter,â Palpatine concluded, knowing full well that it mattered a great deal to Anakin, âHave you ever heard of the tragedy of Darth Plageus the Wise?â
  That night, Anakin sank into the cushions of the sofa late that evening in the lounge of his and PadmĂ©âs shared chambers, suddenly overwhelmed by the tragic turn of events that had tainted the last few years of his life. How was it that he had come to feel overwhelmed with the same sense of abandonment and distrust as he had when you had left him.
Somewhere between the chaos that ravaged his mind, he felt Padmé's gentle hand came to rest on his shoulder as her weight dipped in the cushion next to him. Her thumb caressed the woven stitching of his dark tabard in an attempt to soothe him. He wanted to find comfort in her touch, but something about it made his skin prickle with annoyance.
His own reaction confused him - usually, the touch of his wife comforted him and brought him an overwhelming sense of peace. It had always been that way with Padmé. But now, after everything they had been through since your disappearance, there was something Anakin could no longer hide away within himself.
You had broken his heart.
And he wished that it was your touch grazing his shoulder.
He wished it had been you all along.
P.S. My dear readers, I didnât want to part ways on a sad note! I know this was a sad one, but please donât give in to the dark side of real life! You deserve joy, love, and happiness. We are not our mistakes. We have a choice to let ourselves heal and embark on our passions and purposes in life. If one dream doesnât work, whether it be a thing or a person, thatâs okay. Who says weâre only allowed one dream?
Donât let the words of a dark seducer sway your place in the world to instill goodness and peace. Do your part to heal the world in a way only you can. At the end of the day, this is just a story and is written for entertainment purposes, and it doesnât reflect on you or me personally in a condemning fashion.
In fact, we can take from these sad turns in storytelling narratives and glimpse into a future in which we allow our enemy to overcome us and trick us into believing weâre too far gone!
But there is always a second chance for a sincere heart and often times more chances than that. Never listen to the voices that tell you youâve gone too far to rescue. We can make our own choices and find healing and spread love. I find that healing in my faith in Jesus, so perhaps you can find it too. <3
P.P.S. Some fluffy Anakin fics are coming to make up for this one (not immediately, but as soon as I get some Anakin inspo), donât worry!
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